The river of time is like freezing in winter, and Liszt is temporarily detached from the flow of time with the help of the ice. He could clearly see that time had slowed down around him, and a second seemed to drag on as if it had become ten seconds. But his body was still in the long river of time, and although he struggled to leave, in the end it was only a little faster, and he barely let his body out of the control of that time for a very short time.

Then he fell heavily into the rest area, smashing the coffee machine, tables and chairs that were splattered with blood and internal organs to the ground, but Liszt did not fall badly, because in the corner of the wall, many human stumps were still scattered on the ground, which fully served as a buffer. And he also adjusted the posture of his body at that moment, and then immediately curled up, waiting for the next storm!

Pieces of cement followed, like hammers picked up, smashing Liszt's curled back, clattering, but blocking most of them because of his posture. The backpack was still on his back, and the various items inside had also blocked most of the splashed cement shards, giving his back a good cushion. Even the back of his head was already curled up cautiously forward, and at the same time it was protected by his hands, and there was no piece of cement to give him a heavy blow.

But he didn't get up immediately, as if the stumps and corpses around him were mixed in with the rest area, already stained with blood that was gradually starting to thicken, as well as fragments of stumps and internal organs. A smell of blood and a fishy stench had already soaked through his clothes, and he slowly wiped his face with his hand, and the slimy, moist liquid immediately appeared on his face, and at the same time, an even stronger smell of blood appeared in his mouth and nose.

"Ahem... cough—" Liszt coughed slowly, but the weakness of his body made him lose even the strength to hold himself up. This is the sequelae of excessive adrenaline secretion, but Liszt is not worried, because he only needs to wait quietly for a while, and then the strength will return to his body. But the noisy sound in his ears made him can't help but open his eyes, and at some point, the emergency lights in this corridor turned on, bringing a dim but at least visible light.

After waiting quietly for more than a minute, this excellent body that had been trained on the battlefield in Mexico had also recovered its strength at a very fast speed. Liszt slowly got up, the fierce gunfire in the corridor had gradually thinned out, and the crisp sound of the M4A1 assault rifle had been silenced by the roar and heavy impact. Only the occasional cry of despair appeared, followed by a few muffled thunderbolts of rage, which immediately swept through the corridors.

"Has the worst been used?"

Gently propping himself up with his hands, Liszt stood quietly, the Winchester M1887 shotgun against his shoulder, while his body was hunched over his back, carefully leaning against the corner of the semicircular lounge area. He held his breath and listened, the sound of heavy breathing sounded like a bellows more than ten meters away from him, and Liszt's heart was already tense, because at his feet, half of the corpse in urban camouflage body armor lay there.

The sound of the explosion had gradually dissipated, and the entire corridor was filled not only with the strong smell of blood and visceral, but also with the smell of burning gunpowder. According to Liszt's calculations, at least six grenades had been detonated just now, and he had no way of knowing whether they were forced or active. And the least conclusion that can be reached now seems to be that the huge death claw not far away is picking up the corpse of a soldier with that claw, and is tearing and gnawing with its big mouth full of sharp teeth, as if it is eating.

He poked out half of his head to look at everything in the hallway, the viscous blood and shattered internal organs of his limbs had splashed on the walls around him from the violent stamping he had just done. The bodies of the two original soldiers of Company E were lying not far away, but even the bodies were incomplete and had been miserably divided into several parts. Looking at the smooth cutting surface, you can see that the chest, abdomen, and legs were instantly cut off, and they were thrown aside at the same time.

Without a doubt, this is the masterpiece of the deathclaw that is eating. And Liszt slowly relaxed his breathing, and at such times he did not have the sadness of the death of his comrades. Just put the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand on his chest, and his hand, which was full of viscous blood, lightly took out half a box of arrow-shaped shotguns in his trouser pocket and clamped it in his fingers. If he could, he could use the principle of a lever shotgun to blast all ten shotguns out in just three seconds!

This is a trick that only some senior members of the Hunting Association know, and Liszt is the best of them, which is why he likes Winchester shotguns. He once used this trick to win the Oktoberfest in this small town, and it was with this Winchester M1887 shotgun that he smashed ten empty beer bottles in three seconds, beating four of them, and won the championship only a barrel of Hessian fresh beer flown in Germany.

"However, it seems that today is the case, and it may be explained here."

Wheezing slowly, Liszt hid in the corner of the rest area, and his ears could hear the cracking and grinding of flesh and bones as he chewed in his large, toothy mouth. But he couldn't hear the crisp sound of the M4A1 assault rifle, or the long and short bursts of the M249 light machine gun, or the roars of the originally elite young men when facing a strong enemy.

He knew his situation well, and if he was lucky, he might hide in this corridor full of blood and stumps, and the deathclaw wouldn't find it. But Liszt also understood that this was more of a luxury, and it was better to pray that the deathclaw was willing to spare himself a way to survive after it was full. Of course, all this was not realistic, Liszt's hand was tightly gripping the Winchester M1887 shotgun, his face was already extremely calm, and he slowly closed his eyes. He had the ability to do it before, and now he had to regain that feeling, and that was the only way for him to survive now!

"Bang bang

But a barrage of fire interrupted his musings in an instant, and a dense burst of gunfire regained the main edge of the corridor. The crisp sound of gunfire is undoubtedly the rhythm of the M4A1 assault rifle and the M249 light machine gun. At the same time, some kind of dull sledgehammer-like gunfire has begun to shoot short and long, and this dull gunfire is precisely the only M2HB Browning heavy machine gun, with it 12. A muffled sound that only occurs when shooting with a caliber of 7mm!

Old Bunal's reinforcements had also appeared at the end of the corridor, but the viscous blood and fishy internal organs all over the ground made the faces of the remaining forty or so people all bring suppressed gloom and panic. And when they were faced with the corpse of a poor soldier who was blocking the corridor, munching on the corpse of a poor soldier, the courage brought by the outnumbered people, and the grief brought by the death of friendly soldiers, made them all prop up their weapons and pull the trigger frantically towards the huge deathclaw without waiting for Bunard to give the order to fire!

"Wait, that deathclaw doesn't care about small-caliber rifle attacks!"

Liszt poked his head out of the rest area at the back, the dim emergency light was enough to illuminate the corridor, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth as he watched the huge deathclaw roar fearlessly, throwing down the half-eaten corpse and still charging at Bunard. Because Liszt suddenly found that the death claw was simply indifferent to the small-caliber firearms of the M4A1 assault rifle and the M249 light machine gun!

The heavy body still hit the front of the sides, and the speed of the run seemed to shake the ground, making everyone's feet tremble slightly. But the speed of that huge deathclaw was like lightning, and the speed of hundreds of meters was almost within three or five meters. And looking at that crazy appearance, as well as the rapid explosion speed, even if there are no sharp claws and sharp teeth, I am afraid that they can be smashed into meat sauce by Bunal, who is more than fifty meters away!

"Bang bang

More than 30 M4A1 assault rifles have begun to fire frantically, and the standard magazine of 30 rounds has been exhausted in almost three or five seconds, but the group of soldiers did not look like they were stingy with ammunition at all, and they pulled off the magazine and still on the ground, and immediately replaced it with a brand new magazine and continued to shoot, not caring whether the heat of the barrel could withstand it. Because the deterrent power brought by that death claw is really too great!

The M249 light machine gun has also begun to strafe frantically, and it also doesn't care about more accurate long and short bursts, and the 200-round standard bullet chain quickly spits out a deadly stream of bullets with the engulfment of the bolt, and the strafing of the light machine gun is even more spectacular at this time! But the effect of this small-caliber light machine gun is no different from that of an assault rifle, splashing a piece of flesh and blood from the predecessor of the death claw, but it has not had much effect, as if it only caused a flesh wound!

The real fatal injuries may be the three M2HB Browning 12s that have been propped up and set up at the front. Strafing from a 7mm large-caliber heavy machine gun. The yellow-orange-orange hard-core armor-piercing bullet had quickly shook with the trigger that was not moving, and the deadly large-caliber bullet penetrated the skin of the deathclaw with the same ease, drilling into its body entirely, and at the same time burrowing out of its back and hitting the walls on both sides, the ground and the ceiling, forming an irregular but equally deadly ricochet!